Where silence reigns and blackened is the day Lurking deep down in a watery grave An entity awaits its hundreth prey As its only satisfaction is to maim Many trophies, proving its skill Disturbing the peace of a quite day Or to strike at a stormy, rough night Cutting the life-string and they?ll bleed to death It sneaks up from the cold depths of the upmost darkness With patience, restrained bloodlust, yet eager to defy Silent and determinated to reach out, cut-throat Unsuspected, invisible, waiting, nocturnal curse
Prey in sight, lust for attack The time has come to strike with strength Releasing the harbringers of doom Following their trail towards death A violent explosion, disintegrated to the core Debris descending from the darkened sky Breaking of the spine, bursting of the skin Another kill has been made.